The helmet is not bad, it can be used as a pot!
It's just that it's covered in dirty tree resin which is not very easy to clean.
You need hot water and a blade to slowly scrape it off bit by bit, then scrub it over and over with palm fibers. Once cleaned up, it will be very useful!
I estimate that this steel helmet can boil at least 3-4 liters of water. Boiling water to make fish soup is no problem at all.
In fact, many soldiers often use steel helmets to cook things. Later, because this type of steel helmet was too stuffy and hot, it was replaced by the 90-style steel helmet with ventilation holes, and then lost this function.
But that's not the end of it. Lu Zhe immediately found another premium item!
An engineer shovel!
In short, this is a smaller short shovel, but not the multi-purpose kind!
But in Lu Zhe’s view, the simpler the construction, the less likely it is to break, and the more practical it is!
The short handle of the steel shovel had rotted and broken off, but the shovel itself didn't have any problems!
Find a suitable stick to plug in and fix it, and it can be used again!
After more searching, there was yet another good thing!
A 92-style mess tin, made of aluminum, with a maximum capacity of 2.5L. Inside there is a small box that can be used to hold vegetables or soup!
And it has a hanging handle that allows it to be hung directly over a fire to cook food to eat!
This mess tin didn't have much tree resin on it. After washing it clean, it can be used. Keep it for later!
Finally, there were two 1L military water bottles, one of which had been pierced by a bullet and was broken, the other was still intact, and there was still water inside when he unscrewed it!
But Lu Zhe did not have the courage to drink this water that had been stored for nearly a hundred years.
He poured it out. The inside would need to be thoroughly cleaned before it could be used!
In addition, there were rotten beddings, gas masks, spare shoes, lighters, flashlights, parachute cords, toiletries, rusty bullets, but these things were too decayed due to their age. You could barely make out their shape, let alone use them. Some couldn’t even be picked up!
Can you imagine that a single soldier had so much personal equipment!
Keep the equipment, get rid of the corpse.
Lu Zhe packed up all the useful equipment.
This harvest was so great that if he had gotten these supplies at the beginning, the difficulty of surviving would have been reduced by 90%!
Looking at the time, it was 11:30 p.m.!
"Dawn is still early, go back to sleep!"
Just now, the girls had forgotten their fear due to the adrenaline rush.
But when it became quiet again, they were a little scared again.
Jiang Yao said worriedly: "Do you think that skeleton won't turn into a ghost and come looking for us!"
"Yao Yao, you're trying to scare people again!"
Lu Zhe imagined the scene of the girls whipping the corpse earlier and chuckled to himself: "Are you sure it would still dare to come?"
Shen Bing also said, "That's right, the bones have been tossed away already. If it really comes, we'll give it a good beating!"
Ning Shu praised: "Well said!"
Although they said that, at ten o'clock in the middle of the night, the girls huddled together again, roasting by the fire, chatting from The bright sword to The Eight Hundred, then to My team, becoming more and more spirited as they chatted, completely unable to fall asleep.
As a result, the four girls stubbornly sat there from the dark night until dawn.
Fortunately, Lu Zhe and Shen Bing were both asleep!
In the morning, Lu Zhe woke up from the hammock and looked at his watch. It was 6:50 a.m.
Today was June 26th, the seventeenth day since being stranded on the deserted island!
On this day, they would continue to look for drinking water and a route up the mountain to higher ground.
But the situation now was not very optimistic. Their packs were heavier than before, and no one had slept well, so their pace was even slower.
After walking along the foot of the mountain all morning, they still hadn't found a way up the mountain.
Seeing that they were about to run out of drinking water, and everyone was exhausted.
Lu Zhe decided to change his strategy!
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
